"So you're the middle child."
"Kinda. Besides Alyssa, I have two other sisters and five brothers."
"Good Lord. Nine kids? How did your parents keep their sanity?"
"They didn't." She shrugged. "Hey, we're Cajun and Catholic. We weren't born sane." They turned down her street. A light burned in the living room window. "I think Alyssa and Nicki are home. You can come in if you want."
Nicki turned when she heard the door open. "Hey," she said when she saw Amy. "You're home early." Then she saw Ryan.
"I need to get my cameras. Nicki, Ryan. Ryan, Nicki. Where's Alyssa?"
"On the phone with Dom. From the sounds, it's heated."
Amy dashed up the stairs and went straight to the bathroom. She quickly closed the door before falling in front of the toilet. All the daiquiri she drank came right back up. She flushed the toilet and leaned back with her eyes closed. She will not let this spoil her night. Standing she quickly brushed her teeth and splashed her face. She grabbed her camera bag from her room and headed back downstairs.
"I'm ready."
A frown marred his brow. "Are you okay? You look pale."
She waved away his concern. "The daiquiri didn't agree with me. I'm okay. Later, Nick."
Before she started down the steps, Ryan grabbed her arm, bringing her up against him. She looked up at him. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you sure? Nothing will happen if you're not up to it."
She laid a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. Really." She left him standing on the porch.
*****
Beth slowly rock her hips. She raised up on her knees, then sat back down. Toby rested his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace. His fingers tightened as her muscles squeezed him.
"You're torturing me," he groaned.
"Good." She kept the slow tempo.
"Jesus," he muttered. He surged up, causing her to moan.
Her pace quickened. She put her hands on his chest. Absently her nails dug into his skin. He pistoned up into her. Her legs tightened on his hips. She leaned forward, her climax causing her to tremble.
He rolled them over until he was on top. He put a hand on her shoulder as he pumped into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he gritted his teeth. Another orgasm shuttered through her. He pushed forward again and exploded.
*****
"You're staying here?" Amy asked as they stopped in front of an old house five blocks from the Quarter.
"Yep. I don't like hotels." Ryan unlocked the door and led her inside.
"Here?"
"Is there something wrong with it? Is it haunted?"
"Every house in New Orleans is haunted." She turned in a circle, taking in the house. "It's beautiful." She set her bag down. "Where do you want to start?" She stood with a camera in her hand.
"Very professional." He traced her shoulder with a finger.
"Mr. Reynolds, would you like to start out in the living room?" She motioned the room behind him.
"Fine," he huffed. He turned and entered the room, flipping on the lights. He plopped down on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
She smiled. "That's a good one." She snapped his picture. "Now, loose the pout and uncross your arms. Just rest your hands by your side." She looked through the viewfinder. "You look too pretty." She walked over to him and ruffled his hair. He closed his eyes at her touch. "Yeah. Now open your eyes. Okay." After snapping the pictures, she turned to get her other camera. It was more of her trying to calm herself. The look he gave her could have burnt up the film. "I need you to sit forward, with your elbows on your knees. Look down, now up."
"Come here," he said. She walked over to him. When she was an arm length away, he grabbed her belt loop and pulled her closer. He rested his head on her stomach. He moved his head, his beard stubble scraping against her skin. She shivered. He placed a kiss on the side of her navel. His tongue dipped into her navel. He pulled her closer. Taking her camera, he set it on the floor. She straddled his hips.
He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair. He lowered her head to him. His lips plucked at hers. He brushed his lips over hers before kissing her. She shifted herself on his lap, positioning herself better. She ground her hips against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. With his hands on her hips, he surged his hips upwards.
"What about the pictures?" she asked when his lips left hers.
"Later," he growled against her throat. He sucked on the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She made a little mewing sound at the sensation. He cupped her breast through her shirt. She jumped when he grazed her nipple with his thumb. He rolled it between his fingers, causing her to moan. Shifting their positions, he laid her on the couch next to him. Still teasing her nipple, he took its twin into his mouth.
Amy felt as if she'd been shocked. The feel of his mouth on her sensitive nipple made her moan. She felt the heat leave, then a cool breeze. Her nipple tightened to the point of pain. She moaned again. He turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her hips bucked against him.
Ryan brushed his lips down her stomach, past her navel, to the top of her pants. He stopped and sat up. Reaching down, he picked up her camera. He stood over her and snapped a pictured. "I want a copy of that one. Hold that." He placed the camera on her stomach and picked her up. Turning he started up the stairs. He set her down near the bed. "Now, Miss Amy, we can finish the pictures."
She stared at him blankly. He had her nearly coming just by sucking on her nipples and he wanted to finish the shoot? She glanced down and saw his erection straining against his jeans. "Alright. You actors are weird."
He turned on the light. "Just keep taking pictures. You might wanna back up some more."
She brought the camera up and did as he said. She took several steps back until the back of her knees hit the bed. He closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment. He pushed off of it and started walking towards her real slow. His hands came up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off and reached for the hem of his tank top. He didn't stop looking at her. When he became fuzzy, she lowered the camera. "Now what? You ran out of room."
He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. "Same as before. Keep shooting." He walked back to the door. He took a deep breath before turning around. He was actually nervous. He noticed his angel was ready. He sauntered towards her. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. Next came the button and the zipper. He stopped and pushed his jeans over his hips, down his legs. He heard her intake of breath when he stood back up. Stepping out of the jeans, he continued to her. Taking her camera from her, he said, "Your turn."
She sat on the bed and lifted her leg. She pulled her pants leg up to reveal boots that came up to her mid-calf. She slowly lowered the zipper and pulled it off. She repeated the process with the other boot. Standing she unbuttoned her jeans. She started to move them down her hips, then turned her back, showing off her tattoo. Keeping her legs straight, she pushed her pants down to her ankles. He cleared his throat when she stood back up. Facing him again, she stopped. "I'm gonna be out of film soon."
"You still have your shirt on."
She huffed and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. She slowly lowered her top, freeing her breasts. She continued down her stomach and over her hips until it pooled at her feet.
He took one more picture. He set the camera down before dropping it. Quickly he closed the distance between them. He sealed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. He pulled on her thong in the back with both hands. The straps finally ripped apart. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. She scooted back until he stopped her. He lay beside her, kissing and caressing her.
Feeling his hand between her legs, she opened them wider, allowing him access to her pussy. He slipped in one finger, then two. She whimpered. As his fingers slid in and out, the palm of his hand rubbed her clit. Adding to the sensation, he sucked and nibbled on her breasts. His stubble scratched her sensitive skin.
"Ah, Jesus," Amy whispered. Her body began to tense up as her orgasm neared. Then he stopped. She opened her eyes to find him quickly shedding his briefs.
Ryan covered her with his body. She lifted her legs as he guided his dick into her. She bit her lip. He groaned, feeling her muscles tighten and contract around him. When he was in to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment. Propping his weight up on his elbows, he watched her. Her head was thrown back, her breath coming out in little gasps. He began to move. Her legs positioned themselves on his hips, making him go deeper. He felt his dick hit her cervix.
"Harder," she gasped. He pistoned himself in and out of her body. She gasped at each thrust. Soon she cried out, stiffening as she came. He closed his eyes and slowed down. She groaned when he pulled out of her. He rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips in the air. He entered her again.
"Look," he said and tapped her left shoulder. She looked to the side he indicated and moaned. There they were. She was on her knees with her head on the bed. He was behind her, fucking her. His thrusts got faster and harder. She was coming again when he slapped her ass. "Watch." He pulled out as he started to come. It landed all over her; inside her thighs, her ass and pussy.
